Chapter 41

"Yay!" I shout as I run inside our hotel suite and jump on the King-sized bed.

I then take time to admire the luxurious suite we are staying in. This place is beautiful. Even the door knobs are gold encrusted. The floors are polished and shiny hardwood, which I love.

And, of course, a balcony too.

Michael chuckles as his bodyguards bring in the rest of our luggage. "You're such a kid."

I smile and sit up. "I'm so sorry for wanting to relax. Getting into this hotel was crazy!"

It really was. Fans were packed, completely surrounding the whole hotel. Even when we entered through the back door of the kitchen, there was still so much hassle and I nearly got lost in the fray. That was terrifying, to say the least.

"You're right." Michael takes his black fedora off and smooth his curls.

I lay upside down on the now unkempt bed, hearing the fans chanting Michael's name outside.

Others might think they're just obsessed. But their resilience and care about Michael is honestly inspiring.

"So now what?" I question.

"Now," he nods to his bodyguards as they leave the room, "we sleep. Or at least try to. I've got some rehearsals tomorrow morning."

I pout, wanting to have a fun night with him but I realize that Michael is here to perform for his fans.

There's not a lot of room in his already tight schedule.

He shrugs off his jacket and hangs it next to the door.

"Babe. We can do anything you want after the first leg. Once that break hits, it will just be you and me, all the time. I promise."

I nod with a slight smile. "Okay."

He walks over to me and kisses me deeply. "Now. Be a sleeping beauty for me, okay?"

My cheeks heat up as he smirks and then kisses my forehead.

"But I need to shower before I can do that Michael," I reply.

"Of course I'll join you baby."

Michael winks as I get off the bed, then gestures toward the bathroom. "Lead the way."

I walk in front of him and he gives my ass a slap. I jump and run inside the bathroom and he laughs freely.

I love hearing that laugh. It warms my soul.

Five minutes later, both of us have stripped down and are in the shower.

I just rinsed the sweet smelling lavender shampoo out of my hair as the water rains down on me and Michael soothingly.

Before I know what's happening, Michael has backed me up to the shower wall and has my legs wrapped around his waist.

"Michael-"

"Shh. You know, if you have orgasms before bed, you'll sleep better."

I raise an eyebrow. "And I'm assuming that you want to experiment this theory?"

With a smirk as his reply, his manhood slides into me without warning, stealing my breath.

--

"Ahh god!" I scream.

Six orgasms and two hours later, Michael is still pounding into me. This is insane.

He could go all day, it's like he never runs out of energy. The longer, the harder, the better, the stronger.

I, on the other hand, couldn't take much more three orgasms ago.

Michael didn't seem to listen to my pleading, though. He just kept on, which I'm not upset about at all.

He brings my leg over his shoulder and works me at an angle as my back arches off the wall.

Our eyes connect and he winks at me. "You're going to sleep like a baby tonight. Now come."

I bite his shoulder to lessen my screams as I come apart against him.

Weakness and fatigue completely overtake my body. "Michael, please," I whisper.

"I'll give you part two as soon as I can, love, but you're right. We're all pruned."

Part two?

My eyes widen.

This was only part one?

He slides out of me and carries me out of the shower, setting me down to wrap one around his waist.

I wipe the water off my body with a soft blue towel and tie my hair up in a messy bun.

My legs are wobbly and I'm afraid my knees will give out.

Both of us are laying in bed quietly before Michael gently kisses my neck.

"You okay? You're awfully quiet," he inquires with a soft chuckle.

I think you fucked the voice out of me.

I nod and kiss him softly. "Good night."

Michael reaches over me and turns out the light.

Waking up from my peaceful sleep, Michael is pacing the floor. I sit up slowly.

Michael's theory was 100% right. I was sleeping like a baby before his voice pulled me out of that sweet sleep.

I decide to listen to the conversation, but couldn't hear the voice on the other line.

"Yes. I know, I know. I'm sorry. I was going to tell you about her but- okay. I promise, you will meet her as soon as time allows it. Trust me. I love you, thank you. Bye."

He hangs up the phone and drops it into the armchair.

"Baby," I see his silhouette turn to me and then the bed dips, signifying his presence.

"Who were you talking to?" I ask him.

"It's my mother. She heard about you and I on the news and wants to meet you immediately." He explains to me.

I can feel my skin pale at this news.

I mean, I knew it was coming sooner or later but now that it's here, I'm not ready for it.

By my lack of response, I know that Michael can sense my anxiousness.

"Hey, don't worry babe. It won't be right away. And she's a great woman. She'll love you, there's nothing to worry about."

I have heard only great things about Katherine Jackson, but it still cannot shake my nerves.

Am I truly ready to meet the woman that conceived the love of my life?

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Chapter 41

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